Uhhhh, it's coming to an end!
"Sounds tough pal…" said Joey. He himself knew the feeling of parents getting divorced and therefore separating siblings, and being left alone with an
uncaring dad. "What have you gotten there?" Joey asked looking curious at Ryan's bag. "I packed my most dear belongings… I was trying to run away…"
Ryan looked down at his shoes. "Pathetic, isn't it…?" Joey quickly responded: "No, no running away from the problems isn't pathetic. It's just another way
of dealing with them. I think." "How do you solve your problems, Joey?" Ryan asked curious for an answer. "Well… If there is something eatable in your
bag I might come up with a wise answer." Ryan quickly grabbed a sandwich from his bags left pocket and gave it to Joey, who was so hungry he almost
ate the wrapping. "Well… *munch munch* where I come from we usually solve it…*swallow* with a duel." "A duel…?" Ryan though. "Like with knives and
fists and big arenas?" Joey took a big bite and answered with his mouth full of ham and salad: "No, no, no, we use cards. Like when my little sis needed
an eye operation, I won the price money in a tournament." Ryan looked skeptically at Joey. "You solve your problems with cards…? Isn't that kind of
weird?" "I never really thought about that…" Joey said, trying to philosophize for a moment, but was distracted from the sandwich and started recklessly
eating again.
Will Joey still be hungry after that sandwich? Is Ryans problem reeeally gonna be solved with cards? Since when did I get this booming voice? Find out in the next chapter! 8D
-MoJo